Err, December the first has come and gone, and still no sign of the seasonal fairy lights adoring the logo. Lads, I'm leaving next Sunday, heading back for the annual shin-dig, and as there's nothing even resembling a sign of Christmas over here, the Lude Generation lights are my way of getting in the mood. Can we pressure someone lightly around their throat to err, erect them?
mercutio Please park your car at the Airport Bar (you know, that plane spotting place out by the runway) at around 11:00am next Monday with a big 'Welcome back Simon" in the windscreen. That'll bring a smile to my jet-legged face.
